So today I turn 27. I don’t know about you but odd numbers don’t amuse me. They seem incomplete. So I’ll just prefer to say I am in my late twenties. I’m not really sure whether to be excited I can now be allowed into XS Millionaires or to be worried that I am now closer to 50 than I am to 0. Either way, I am grateful for the new chapter I have just begun. 26 was tough. In fact, it was the toughest. COVID 19 took away my income. Then it took away my mother. Today would have been one of those days she would have had justifiable cause to demand for a grandchild, for the umpteenth time. Every time she did this, I would claim that I was not ready and she would say that being ready is a mindset, not a destination. She’d demand that I go ahead and start whatever it is I wanted to, where I was, with the little I had. She said one’s twenties are for taking big risks and making mistakes. Doing that thing that you have always wanted to do, no matter how much it scares you.
Today, in her honour, I challenge you to be ready, even if you don’t feel it. Ready for a future that is bright and full of opportunities, good vibes and God’s blessings. A future that is entirely dependent on what you believe it is and what you want it to look like. A future that is in your hands, no matter what else those hands are juggling. And every time you need something to keep you going, remember that when they were in their late twenties, Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone; Napoleon Bonaparte conquered Europe and Vint Cerf created the platform that has enabled you to read this post.